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[killerwaves]

INTRO

Whoever you are, wherever you were, the last thing you remember is the salty smell of the sea breeze and a distinct tickle of electricity across your body. Enough to cause alarm perhaps, but in the next moment it all goes black, or blue to be more precise. When you stir into consciousness, those fuzzy sensations are all that you have as an explanation, though there's certainly more to experience around you.

The warm bright rays of the sun, the rhythmic cresting of the waves into the shore, the unfortunate feeling of sand sticking to you everywhere, because you're lying flat on your back on a beach without a beach towel. At least you're not alone, and at least it doesn't seem like you've been completely dumped unceremoniously, as there's orderly space between you and the 27 others who share your predicament. Whoever left you here probably could have dumped you into a pile, but they have better manners than that.

However you decide to react to your sudden vacation, you'll find that you're dressed just as you last recall and that you have at least one possession of yours on hand. Whatever else you had on you appears to be affected by baggage routing, unfortunately. You'll also find a key inscribed with a particular bird and a strange device in your pocket, ostenstibly some type of cellphone from the period when blackberrys were all the rage. A pop-up window will greet you when you turn on the device, prompting you to pick a username (this pop-up can be ignored for up to 24 hours) and also walking you through a basic tutorial on its functions. For now, it seems like the public network isn't running, but the direct message function is availiable. It ends with a cheerful blurb instructing that "For further questions and help, please contact one of the hotel staff!"

As there's nary a soul that seems to actually work here on the beach proper, it might be worth it to explore. Around the resort are robots manning the buffet, sweeping, and even making cocktails if you want to drink your problems away. While they'll answer to basic commands, provide you with a map of the island, or even be happy to tell you the weather, they're incapable of engaging in any meaningful dialogue. Any questions or demands they can't answer will yield the statement to please contact the administrators.

Whoever they may be, but they'll show their faces eventually. Probably.

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[rhythmaction]

Ah!

[Chai jumps back, startled by Skywarp's sudden appearance. He stumbles back, arms whirling about to retain his balance. A black, cat-shaped creature at his feet lets out a funny electronic drum noise as it scampers behind Chai for protection.]

Woaaaah--that was sick! How did you even do that? Do you have the ability to teleport? I didn't know robots could do that!

[Completely ignoring Skywarp's question.]

[skyworp]

[Skywarp seems to preen at the reaction, looking rather satisfied. Doesn't matter that Chai ignored his question.]

I'm rather one of a kind [Except for the other one.] So much so that even my own clones can't pull this off. [Just to demonstrate further, he warps to close the short distance between him and Chai. Gone in a blink, back in another.] What do you think? Does this look like the future?

[rhythmaction]

Woaaah. You have clones? Are they evil?

[This is obviously the most pertinent and obvious question to the concept of clones.]

My friend Peppermint also knows how to teleport! Well, um, kind of. It's like a temporal...spacial...whatever, she has a name for it. But basically she can sync up someone's augments with 808-- [He picks up the robot cat by the armpits and swings her around lightly.] --and they can briefly teleport to her location! But they, uh, can't teleport me to them.

[He sighs wistfully.]

I wish I could teleport.

[skyworp]

[He doesn’t answer the question, but smirks, which is probably enough of an answer itself.]

It’s a blessed skill, I know. Very hard, not being me. But try to cope.

[Or don’t. He doesn’t really care.

In giving Chai finally more than a glance, he notices the mechanical arm of his. Curious! He leans down to examine it.]

What’s this?

[rhythmaction]

Oh, this? [He says, clearly trying to be casual about it but eager to share more information. He lifts it up, allowing the hand to flip down and reveal a cavity within to hold a trash grabber.] Just some Armstrong tech that lets me do this!

[He whips forth the trash grabber, holding it aloft triumphantly. It begins to rattle and shake, bits of metal being attracted towards it. Watch your head, Skywarp. They slam into place against the grabber, eventually forming...a ukelele-sized guitar shape.

Chai holds his arm up for a few more seconds, waiting for more metal to come. He frowns, lowering his hand and inspecting the grabber.]

Um, usually it's...bigger than this.

[skyworp]

Usually, but not now. We’re both impaired, it seems.

[He warps a good 360 degrees around the ukulele, giving it a thorough examination.]

What’s it for?

[rhythmaction]

Smacking robots around.

[A beat.]

Not you, though. I mean, um, the Vandelay robots that kept trying to kill me. It also looks pretty sick when it's normal sized.

[skyworp]

Really? I’ll take your word for it. Or not. Does it matter, either way?

[He warps to the other side of Chai now, having stayed in the same spot for too long.]

Tell you what does matter. The target on your back. Tell me about it.

[rhythmaction]

Oh. Well, it's a long story, buuuut basically I got labelled a defect by this big evil company and they wanted to kill me, but then me and my friends took them down, one executive at a time, and now nobody's trying to kill me.

[For now......]

[skyworp]

A defect, hm? I might know a thing or two about that. Might.

[But anyway.]

It sounds like you've done well for yourself. Congratulations.